Vignette
Gently, the breeze swirls the wispy clouds, as pink as the petals drifting down to Earth. A delicate blend of blossoms and clean, pure air rides along with this caressing touch. Still and clear, the lake reflects one's soul. A temple stands before it all as the silent sentry, guarding the tranquil place. The taste of the tea; bittersweet as life most certainly is. This place, clearly a shrine to the spirits of old, emits a feeling of preservation of what life could be. Silence, louder than anything, reflects one's inner harmony of peace and turmoil; the quiet soothes the soul yet makes you yearn for more. Then you realize, the